The Sexy Burglar - by Mr. X Author's note: I wrote this about a year ago for some sleepy pay site's story area. Needless to say it went into obscurity real quick. I found it a few days ago and want to share it. ***** The night was hot and steamy as Tiffany Morrell made her way through the back alley and along the dark hedgerows. Three AM was still a slow cooking 90 degrees on the summer night whose air was filled with crickets and beetles crying out in constant complaints from the humidity. "Damn this outfit is HOT!" Tiffany cursed stopping in some bushes to avoid a pair of headlights. Overdressed failed to describe the heat exhausted stress the young college girl was in. She had worn the same clothes on nearly a dozen other jobs but the evenings were much more forgiving. All black and all covered was the motif. A black wool sweater with long sleeves and a turtleneck. A pair of black cotton pants that were baggy to let her legs move. A pair of black tennis shoes with all the white parts blackened out. To top it off, the shapely blonde wore a black mask made from a bandana tied around her head like some poor man's mask of Zorro. She had cut eye slots to see out of and the bandana covered her whole head including her short, blonde hair leaving only the lower half of her face exposed. The worst part, however, was the black leather gloves that were now soaking with her sweat. She skirted along till she reached the rear of the house she wanted. "This guy is new on campus. Some professor named Migley. Oughta be a cinch." She chuckled remembering how ordinary the guy was when she was in his class and how she let him stare at her bare legs and ass in her tight shorts only to shoot him one of those "I'm going to sue you.." looks to humiliate him. Being a cat burglar was far more than just an easy way to score extra party money. Tiffany got hooked the very first time her and her cheerleader friends in high school broke into a house on a dare. She almost got caught and the thrill has been insatiable ever since. Now, twenty and a knock out, she decided to set out on her own for the thrills. And the money wasn't bad either. It was a piece of cake for her to straddle the fence, cross the yard and slide up against the side of the huge old Victorian house. "The dog didn't even wake up. Damn I'm good babe." She laughed looking at the basset hound snoozing in its little house. "Oh I can't take this any more!" Tiffany pulled off her top and stuffed it in her bag. She then quietly slid off her pants. Underneath, she wore a black jogger's top and a pair of black, spandex shorts that hugged her shapely hips like they were painted on. The shorts were just plane naughty and knowing she had them on made things even more exciting. The jogger's bra stretched out over her rather full endowment. In any other circumstance she would have worn such an outfit to be a dick tease. But now, at this time of night, it was just more comfortable. If only she could ditch the mask but, all it would take would be one eye witness and it was all over. The window was too easy. Old putty and a swivel top lock. Removing the glass was a cinch. Tiffany slipped inside and stood silent. Only the monotonous ticking of a large grandfather clock somewhere in the house broke the silence. "Migley's probably sleeping. Then again, there's nothing more humiliating than robbing someone's bedroom while they're still sleeping." She thought with a smile. She swept the first floor like a ghost. The guy was a chemistry teacher so he didn't have much as far as valuables. She loved robbing women or men with wives since women spent the most on frivolous but expensive knick-knacks. A black case full of pure silver silverware and a coin collection in his study were her only reward. She stopped at the base of the wooden stairs and stared up for a long moment. Then the shapely girl began to creep up the steps, biting her lower lip in excitement and shuddering from the thrill. She put the bag of swag at the top of the steps then headed down the hall, criss-crossing her bare legs very sensually. So close to getting caught. So close to be exposed. The thrill made her walk like some cat in heat. The bedroom door creaked slightly but she managed to open it without too much noise. The moonlight cast a blue gleam across the wood floor and she could make out the shape of someone sleeping in the bed. "Hmm.. quiet sleeper. Oh well, more of a challenge. The snorers are a piece of cake." The dresser appeared to be a cornucopia of bobbles and trinkets. She started collecting them in a smaller bag when she started to smell something. "That's odd. I thought he wasn't married. Smells like nail polish remove.. HMMBBBLLMMMM!" Her body slammed up against the dresser and, at the same time, a wet rag clamped down over he nose and mouth. At first, she tried to twist out from the arm around her tummy. She didn't even pay attention to the cotton pad. Then, an excited deep breath got her attention. "ARGGH! The smell. sooo sweet. Feeling dizzy." Then she remembered all those spy movies she had watched when she was a girl and those very special scenes. "My GOD, I'm being CHLOROFORMED!" Tiffany went into high gear thrashing and fighting like mad. She got the idea to hold her breath but her struggles were causing her to gasp down the fumes at a faster rate. Her head began to spin and her ears began to ring. It was getting harder to keep her legs straight or to stand at all. The pitch darkness made everything even worse since she was losing her ability to tell if even her eyes were open. In the moonlight, a shapely silhouette danced a macabre dance of flailing arms and kicking legs while her partner held her firm and helpless. Like a sponge, the pad soaked away her will, her consciousness. Her head swayed and rolled in huge circles and spots began to form over her vision. Then her legs gave way and she sank to her feet, assisted by the man holding her. Finally, the darkness consumed her and the blonde burglar fell. * * * Frank Migley stood over the girl for a long while. She had a great body and it looked even better in the light. He knelt down next to the girl and put his hand on her knee. Silky smooth like he thought. Those honey brown tan legs were perfect. He grabbed her bare leg and ran both his hands up and down her smooth length, taking in every inch of flesh along the way. He then groped the other leg, then both at the same time. He massaged and molested her legs till her moan broke his concentration. "Ugggh. what happened. MMMMMBBLLM!" before she could even raise a hand, he reapplied the chloroform soaked pad to her face. The girl barely opened her eyes before the anesthetic sapped her spirit once more. He then pressed the pad so it would stay. "Wow! They don't make burglars like they used to!" he commented half jokingly as he got up and went into his closet. A few minutes later he returned with several old ties and some large bandanas. "I don't know who you are," the middle aged professor said half stammering, "but I can't let an opportunity like this slip on by." He didn't even think about calling the police. He picked up Tiffany and carried her to the bed. After several minutes of tying, he secured her spread eagle to the bedposts. He finished off decorating his trophy with a bandana stuffed in her lax mouth and another tied around her mouth to keep it in place. Then the blindfold followed. He sat back and admired the girl's splendidly bound body for a long moment. Then he stripped out of his pajamas to his boxers and began groping her legs once more. Tiffany moaned softly as the ether wore off. She sprang to life with a start as the sensation of a pair of foreign hands running down her smooth skin shocked her. The first thing she did was to scream her head off. Frank merely smiled hearing the muffled, drowned out cries. Her legs thrust and flopped on the bed in obvious distress while he happily groped them. He then slid up and pulled her jogger's top up over her jiggling breasts. Tiffany screamed like crazy feeling her precious breasts being bared. The stranger's hands grabbing them made her burst into a frantic tirade. "God, these are amazing!" Frank thought. "So young and perfect. Like those strippers." He went one mashing and massaging her bare breasts while she swiveled and writhed against her bonds. Then the sounds of her swearing and cursing broke his spell and his mood. "You've got a mouth on you, just like all the girls at the school, don't you?" he thought reaching for the bottle of chloroform and the pad. "Well, I've got something to take the sass out of that mouth." He poured a small dose and pressed the pad over her nose and mouth. Tiffany lurched, trying to shake it off. The fumes seeped into her lungs and did their magic. Soon, Tiffany was moaning softly and sliding about much more slowly. "There, just enough to keep you cooperative." Frank thought feeling superior at defeating the young girl once more. Then he went to town, sucking and molesting her breasts with abandon. As he sucked and mashed, he also began rubbing her spread mound. The girl began to respond, moaning and slowly sashaying her hips. He spent the next half an hour feasting on her breasts and rubbing her till her shorts were soaking wet from her juices. "There now, another nice dose." Frank held the pad under her nose again draining her of her spirit till she was once more in a drugged stupor. He then untied one leg and pulled her shorts off to reveal the sexiest muff he had ever seen. He retied her leg and sat back admiring her exposed, pert mound. "Oh, I gotta see who you are!" He took the blindfold off, then pulled off her mask. "Tiffany! Tiffany Morrell?! You little sassy BITCH! So you're the cat burglar. Not so high and might now are we." Frank laughed putting the blindfold back on before she could open her eyes. Her moaning announced her coming out of her drugged darkness. Tiffany began to struggle like she did before but now something was different. "my. my. MASK! God, he took off my MASK!" she thought fearing she might get recognized. Her legs slid on the sheets then a new sensation blasted into her thoughts. "OH NO! MY SHORTS!" She screamed out "NO" under the gag feeling the confirming air on her exposed mound. Then she screamed as she felt a hand and several fingers invade her virtue. Frank sank three fingers into her and rubbed her soaking mound heavily, enjoying the prissy, young cheerleader lurching and thrusting in obvious objection. He could tell that this was a girl who got her way all her life and loved to be in charge. He could also tell her nearing climax was something far too humiliating for her. He decided to bombard her even more by sinking in and feasting on those breasts again. After five minutes, Tiffany arched up and screamed in horrible defeat as the climax robbed her of her humility. Her hips thrust and pounded like an animal then slammed down exhausted. "Oh, you're not done yet." Frank thought. He climbed on the roller coaster and went for the big ride. Tiffany went berserk as she felt her attacker climb between her legs and his rock hard penis enter her. Frank went crazy having his way with Tiffany. He had one of the prettiest girls on campus tied to his bed. Plus, she was the cat burglar everyone was looking for. She certainly couldn't call the police. He almost felt justified banging the crap out of a spoiled rich girl who was also the town cat burglar. For hours he took her and drove her over the edge. He wanted her climaxed, climaxed a lot. He wanted her to know she was being screwed royally. With each climax, he chloroformed her to make her drowsy. Morning came and he kept his prize. He called in sick and spent the whole day taking every part of the young girl. Finally, at one in the morning the next night, he clamped a heavily soaked pad of chloroform over Tiffany's thrashing face, putting her into a deep, deep sleep. * * * "You won't get away with this!" Tiffany declared stomping into Frank Migley's office the next day wearing a pair of hot silk shorts and a skin tight, stripped top. She struck an prissy pose and glared at him. "A faculty member raping a student. oh I own you ASSHOLE!" she sneered crossing her arms arrogantly, trying to act tough and confident but inside she still shaken from the royal working over she got the day and night before. Frank didn't even look up from his papers. He merely flipped a manila envelope from his top drawer across his desk in front of the cocky girl. "What's this!" she barked snatching the envelope and opening it. She right away assumed it was what she hoped for, some pay off to silence her. She would, of course, turn it down. That geek would have to sell off his house and everything he owned to pay for that night with her. The shiny, color photos she pulled out, quickly wiped the smile from her face. "Nice, eh? I'm sure daddy will like those. I can even get them wallet sized." Frank chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Oh my GOD! What did you do with ME!" she cried half-shocked and half-shaken with chills. The pics were of her naked, naked and bound, naked bound and dildoed, naked and giving someone in a mask a blow job, naked and being mounted, naked and spread out in several poses. All the pics showed her face very clearly. "Oh, and take note of the last set." Frank said as he slowly pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out a smoky brown bottle unbeknownst to the thoroughly distracted cheerleader. The young girl's eyes popped open in more shock. "Yes, part of my security system. Students break into professors' homes all the time to steal test answers and such. My video camcorder recorded your quite shapely body and pretty face very nicely. Even though you're wearing a mask, you can easily make out your face on the light enhanced tape." "UGGH! How dare." Tiffany just stood, gaping at the pics. "That's right baby. Go to the police with a rape charge or even mention this to anyone in anyway and I send the nude pics to your father, and a dozen or so friends, maybe even a few of those disgusting porn magazines. Plus the burglar pics and video go to the police so they can catch their sexy little cat burglar." Frank growled. He circled around the desk and grabbed the pics from the girl's stunned hands. He then raised up a cotton pad and she stared in horror. "Oh no! NO, not THAT!." "That's right my sassy little sleepy head," Frank said ominously as he backed Tiffany to the wall, her staring at the ether pad the whole time. "You're going to be my sleepy sex slave for a very, very long time." Tiffany's eyes darted back and forth frantically as the pad pressed down over her nose and mouth. She smelled the familiar fumes and dread overwhelmed the young girl. Slowly her shocked eyes began to fade and close. Then the lights dimmed and Tiffany slipped asleep.